sons are put on the earth trouble their fathers

Kareem 2022-04-20 09:01:22

What initially attracted me was the rhythm of the film, which was deep, elegant, powerful and touching, like a jar of old wine, like a loving father. Yes, this is the theme of this film: fatherly love! Deep but dense.
After a rough look at the film, I found that the plot of the film is simple, even a bit old-fashioned, and the narrative technique is too protracted. After a closer look, I found that this is not a simple revenge story at all, but a paternal love hymn. The film sets the stage from the very beginning to create this deep anger and focus on depicting the emotional estrangement between the father and son. And the whole process is describing everything from the perspective of the son alone, which deepens the sense of distance between the two. The son's witnessing of his father's murder is a turning point in the film, and it is also the first time that the film's theme is revealed: this is not the struggle between the avengers and the enemy, but the struggle between two loving fathers about fatherhood.
At the end of the film, facing the enemy who killed and insulted his father before his death, the son still dared not shoot for revenge. At the critical moment, the dying father protected his son. For his son's hesitation, the father did not blame him, but revealed an incredible understanding. Maybe father's love is equally incredible, difficult to understand!
After watching the film, I felt deeply touched and had a strong resonance. When I think about it, the indifferent and serious father in his eyes when he was a child left the most fear and obedience. I wish I would also call him: sir. But looking at my father now, I find that I never know how much my father has done for you, and it seems that he never intends to let you know.

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  • Maguire: Smile.

  • [last lines]

    Michael Sullivan, Jr.: I saw then that my father's only fear was that his son would follow the same road. And that was the last time I ever held a gun. People always thought I grew up on a farm. And I guess, in a way, I did. But I lived a lifetime before that, in those six weeks on the road in the winter of 1931. When people ask me if Michael Sullivan was a good man, or if there was just no good in him at all, I always give the same answer. I just tell them... he was my father.